Lavender Stalks

I found you in the drawer of my dresser
With lavender stalks and pills without pleasure

You found me in your cigarette's ember
That helps you forget
When your body remembers me

The irony in recovery
Is that we
Are one another's safety
And the reason we hate me

I can't heal from you without your help
My broken parts are pieces of your shell

I found you in the cold-waterеd bathtub
You found me in my car with the pipe pluggеd

The irony in recovery
Is that we
Are one another's safety
And the reason we hate me

We bled out all our innocence
To color our roses
To color the moments
To color us in

When I get there
Will you open the door
I'm finding out what we were
Bleeding for

I forgive you for the things that
I know you know
You might always do

But I bet flowers grow at your feet
Wherever it is that you are living now

And I'm so glad